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The great thing about the BI platform is that you can customize the difficulty in every little detain to your liking, you can even create addons and mods! I think we should celebrate the versatility of the real virtuality engine, rather than trying to limit it. If you don't like a server's difficulty settings, you should find another that you like instead.

I guess the smaller hit-box is compensation for all the retardation players with female models will have to put up with.

Just don't lead them so much.

Suck it up butter cups.

Immature retards and the internet goes hand in hand. What you gonna do?

It's nice to seem some of that PR training BI offered to their employees is finally paying off. :D

I think it as something to do with their detection area, at 1-2 meters they automatically detect and attacks. Don't know if it's an engine limitation, but for now I recommend staying a healthly distance from the wall, if you can head an infected panting behind it.

Killed by Bandit. I'm no carebear, but as I entered a supermarket somewhere over west, I were alarmed by the crack and fizzle of someone opening a sugary beverage, caught a glimpse of the neat, but plain german desert ninja outfit and decided to deescalate and retreat. I don't kill for sports, I don't kill unless I have to, I'm no saint for sure, but I am kind of. I backed out the door, saying friendly, friendly and put as many obstacles betwen me and the supermarket, while I pushed for the treeline. When safely engulfed in the green shadows, I quickly forwarned people about my discoveries and sent a recommendation to all good natured survivors, to avoid or approach said town with caution. I just did what anyone would have done in my situation, if they had been a hero too. That doesn't make me a hero per se, although it was both heroic and brave and kind and selfless. Two very good deeds within a very short time. One I did not facepwn the bandit nub and two my warning, most likely saved countless innocent others. After picking some flowers in the nearby forest, cleaning some deer stands and courteously laughing of some Chuck Norris jokes in side chat, I merrily skipped my way across the beautiful country, we now know as Post-chernarus. I came across a lovely green field, where I stopped for a moment to salute a cow. Being a friend of wild animals does not make me better than anyone, but I truely believe veganism is a sign of an evolved intelligence. In the cows big brown eyes I saw something, that made my tingly bits tingle. At first I thought it was simply a natural reaction to the current state, the lack of compassion, humanity and intellect required to rebuild a civilized and socialized society, but as I soon would learn, it was of the impending doom and destruction, awaiting across this very field. I saluted the cow again, the game in it's present state does not allow for a two-handed wave and smile combo and continued over the field. As I traveled towards the end of this green sea, I heard the sorry sound of rapid and very close Makarov fire. My joints snapped and my bones broke and my blood flowed and my heart sank low. Although I was clearly under attack and knew my perpetrator wished me no good, I couldn't help feeling poorly for this bandit, who was trying his best to extinguish the kind and intelligent light from my steel blue eyes, with such a tawdry pistol. Maybe because I'm blessed with humility, because I show such kindness to all others and things, someone or something above, either god himself, some cosmic balancing being, the fairy of all things sparkley or an all knowing BI developer, who designed Chernarus, had placed a small piece of shrubbery, just where I fell, busted, broken and bleeding. While this unlucky bandit unloaded his second magazine into this little bush, which tiny branches and leaves protected me, not unlike the legendary actor Kevin Costner did Whitney Houston(God Bless) in the move Bodyguard, I thought for a moment about giving up. I knew though, that it wasn't in my nature, to just give up and let down the can of coke or pepsi or mdew that warned me in the supermarket, to break the brown eyed cow's heart forever and the bush's that suffered needlessly for my benefit. I could not vannish into the night, I could not die without a fight, so I bandaged my leaking wounds and prayed that the silly angry bandit, would simply go away, so I wouldn't have to hurt him. However this unappologetic socalled human being forced me to use my last bandaid as he evaporated his thrid magazine into both Mr. Bush and I. After his fourth magazine, I was bleeding again and the shrubbery wasn't too happy either. It was with deep sadness I realized, I'd have to end this misserable bandit's life or atleast die trying. I found myself in a moral dilemma, should I use one of my m67 fragmentation grenades and possibly harm the surrounding fauna and wild life or should I with somewhat lack of flair bust a dozen of caps in his ass. The bandit made the choice for me. He had now closed in on my concealed position and had the audacity to act shocked and surprised, when I unloaded my M4A3 full auto through the bush towards his oncomming footsteps. Mr. Bandit, who had decided to bring an end to my gentle and beautiful being, now had great difficulty deciding whether to sprint or dive for cover and as a result he ended up diving past me. I elegantly spun around, disregarding the pain from my dying body and emptied the stanag into the general direction of his face and upper torso. With deep sadness I watched him belly flop, like a trout out of water and I knew it was undignified to let him suffer even for a moment longer, so I reloaded and blew the fragile flame out of his pale moon face forever. Before I burried this broken vessel of a bandit, I allowed myself one bandaid from his backpack to stop the blood from leaving my precious self and although I knew someone important, had chosen me to protect the good spirited survivors and spare as many not too bright bandits as possible, I still would have prefered letting this annoying and persistent badger live. I wish we all could live happily together in peace in Post-chernarus, using zombies as labor in sweat shops, providing affordable running shoes and expensive ipads equally to all. While all humans and animals alike would hold high payed and ineffective goverment jobs, paying equally high taxes, having six weeks paid vacation, healthcare and all as equals drive new beetles with integrated dashboard flower vases, minimizing road rage and stress. If I could only have talked sense to this misguided child, instead of killing him with love and compassion and thirty plus 5.56 milimeters. If only he could hear me from his last resting place, on the green field, near the brown eyed cow, below the little bush, I would have said: Surviving you, broke my heart. It truely killed me, killing you.

I don't have a problem with players avoiding other players, just becuase you play as a peaceful survivor, doesn't mean you have to become a sitting duck. It says nowhere you have to confront every situation with the trigger pressed halfway back to begin with. Rather than being ready to kill on sight, always have cover nearby, have an escape route planned and attemt not to escalate situations, where emotions run high and mistrust is predominant.

Next time you play, attempt to never shoot first. Whenever you see another player, place yourself near some solid cover and gauge the other player's reaction. Rather than engaging automatically on sight, try to defuse potential confrontations. You'll probably encounter plenty of playerkillers, but don't deny yourself the rare pleasure of helping a new player or joining forces with a stranger for a while. Whether it's just a short moment, looting a store together without killing eachother for whatever little loot or it's teaming up for a journey into the northern territories. Anyone can kill anyone, but the hardest shot you ever have to make, is the one you don't take.

Nothing unnatural happened, she's a dirty cow and a liar!

You're suppose to be passed out.

I wanted to post a lenghty explanation for why I enjoy the current day/night cycle, but I'll just quote this:

And by looooong time, you mean looooooooong time.

Every time you perform a tatical reload, your halfused magazines are stored last in the inventory. If you have all the magazines you want to carry, but come across similar ammunition on the ground, drop your last magazine in the inventory and pick up the one from the ground.

It says something about the players too.

I can imagine seeing the sun racing over the daytime sky, players trying to navigate by using the sun's position. People who think nights are already too hard, wont endure these nights, even if they were only two and a half hours long. We'd simply have rampant server hopping, every 2½ hour, instead of every 12 hours.

I completely agree with Rocket, but I'm wondering if there isn't a way to funnel all this monetary goodwill into my personal bank account, without compromizing Rocket's ideals and making the community pissed at me.

No we're in Chernarus and the guys suppose to be running the powerplants are running around for brains instead. Total powerout in Chernarus, no streetlights to get reflected off the overcast nightsky, so we have to wait for the moon to rise to see anything or use flares and chemlights. The lunar calendar ingame has a new moon rising in these days, which means that the moon's surface, that should be reflecting sunlight back on to the Earth's dark side, is partially covered by Earht's own shadow. You'll simply have to endure the moon cycle, just like you have to endure the day/night cycle. Reserve some room in your backpack for extra flares and pick up extra everytime you come across some on the ground. They are easy to find, so you can throw them away at day, just stock up on them an hour before sunset. True Zombies are drawn to them, but they are not rushing towards them like smoke grenades and other noise in general. Pop two or three when you enter a populated area, lighting the general AO and use the light reflected off objects and buildings to navigate in the shadows. Obviously you're announching your entrance to other players, but if you stay in the shadows and use a little cover, you'll be about as "safe" as in daylight. These pitch black nights are within the realm of realism, but the emotional experience, which it primarily that DayZ is trying to achieve, are extremely powerful and scary.

ArmA glass changes bullet trajectories.

I don't think I'd engage anyone past 3-400 meters, but if you got plenty of ammo or sharper eyes then mine, you can squeeze 200 meter more out of it.

All players need to learn to stand on their own, best place is to start is on the beach.

I'm a coop player myself, but I don't think DayZ would work without PvP.

^^Don't like ArmA and don't like DayZ, I think you'll fit right in!